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crazy. This is my graduation trip.”
You turn to her.
“It was your graduation trip when I was paying. Now it’s your lesson.”
Her face twists. “You jealous witch.”
Your mother snaps, “Valeria, enough. You’re punishing everyone because your feelings got hurt.”
You look at her.
“My father just hit me in an airport.”
She lowers her voice. “Don’t say it like that.”
“How should I say it?”
She looks around, embarrassed by the strangers watching.
“You know how he is.”
The sentence lands heavier than the slap.
Because yes.
You know how he is.